DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the original stories, characters, or universes featured here; they are the property of their respective creators. This story is purely a fan-made crossover for entertainment purposes and does not reflect the official canon of any series.

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Location: Federation of Botswana
Year: April 3, 1985
3rd Person Pov

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The Year is 1985, 40 Years since the end of World War II. When Germania Empire lost the War when the US Drop the Atomic Bomb on Neu-Berlin. Leading the Germania Empire Collapsed and Surrender. but Germania’s abandoned technology remains in Africa. The Federation of Botswana emerges as an independent nation.

Though, Botswana’s Federation recovered the most technology, using mechs for farming, industry, and military defense. Over time, these advanced technologies became part of African nations’ economies, especially in Botswana.

Anything was peaceful. But that peace would soon shattered.

---{Scene Changes}---

The scene opens to the Underground. We see two teens, Kaone and Tlotlo.

Reactivating the Clone Facility, Kaone and Tlotlo oversee the training of Germania’s abandoned clones. Rows of genetically engineered soldiers stand at attention in front of them, their blank eyes focused. The facility, dimly lit with flickering red lights, hums with the sounds of machinery as mechs patrol overhead.

Tlotlo: *Grinning as she steps forward.* Alright, listen up, you cloned freaks! Welcome to your first day of training under new management. That means us!

The clones remain silent, their expressions neutral. The only response is the synchronized stomp of their boots as they adjust their stance. Infront them are riflemans.

Soldiers (Soldaten) are basic grunt clone infantry used by the Germania Empire. They are equipped with the Sturmgewehr assault rifle and are clad in black armour and uniform. They wear the same uniform and the same face mask as their counterparts from the 1940s. Will often attack in swarms with Gestaposoldaten/Neosoldaten.

Kaone: *Nervous* Tlotlo, maybe ease them into this? They were literally born yesterday...

Tlotlo: *Snickers* Oh please, they’re genetically engineered killing machines! They should be fine. Now, clones! What is your purpose?

Germania Clone Soldiers: *German* Befolgen Sie Ihre Befehle und gewinnen Sie Schlachten, Kommandant! (Obey your orders and win battles commander!)

Tlotlo claps her hands, clearly pleased, while Kaone watches with mild concern. One of the clones, a Sturmtruppen Clone

Steps forward and salutes.

Clone Sturmtruppen: *German* Kommandant, Befehle? [Commander, orders?]

Tlotlo: *Grinning* Finally! Some enthusiasm! Alright, let’s start with basic combat drills. Kaone, hit the switch!

Kaone: Okay, Hopefully they're won't kill us.... Or worse, Rebels us in the terrible way.

Kaone sighs but presses a button on the control panel. The training arena comes to life, automated turrets rise from the ground, metal barriers shift into place, and mechanical dummies armed with rifles activate.

Kaone: I hope we don’t die because of this...  And I swear to god.

Tlotlo hops onto a railing above the training grounds, watching as the clones grab their weapons, old Germania Sturmgewehr rifles, energy-based carbines, and experimental melee weapons.

And their began. The clones move with precision, their combat training already embedded in their neural implants. The Sturmtruppen & Soldatens Clones take cover and engage targets, the Flametrooper Clones charge forward with flamethrowers.

And the Blitzjäger Clones leap across obstacles with inhuman speed.

An Mecha Clone, standing nearly 2.5 meters tall, marches forward like a tank, absorbing bullets from the automated turrets. He lifts his two heavy miniguns and fired to the steel, A obliterates the steel dummy in an instant.

Tlotlo: *Laughing* Oh, I LOVE this! Kaone, do you see this?! They’re walking war crimes, and they’re ours now!

Kaone: *Facepalm* That’s... not exactly a good thing, Tlotlo.

Tlotlo: *Shrugs* Eh. Details.

Suddenly, one of the clones, An old Panzergrenadier Clone, begins shaking violently. His neural implant sparks, and his eyes flicker with an error message.

Panzergrenadier Clone: *Malfunction* *German* Befehle... Konflikt... Germanien... oder... Botswana? [Orders... conflict... Germania... or... Botswana?]

His hands tremble on his rifle. The other clones hesitate, waiting for commands.

Kaone: *Alarmed* Oh, Shit. Some of them might still have old Germania loyalty programming!

Tlotlo leaps down from her position, pulling out a shock baton. Before the Panzergrenadier Clone can react, she jabs it into his neck, sending a surge of electricity through him. He twitches before collapsing to the floor.

Tlotlo: *Pouting* Ugh! I thought we got rid of all that stupid brainwashing!

Kaone: *Checking his tablet* Most of them are fine, but some older models still have lingering Germania programming. We need to wipe their systems completely before activating them.

Tlotlo groans but then smirks.

Tlotlo: Or... we can just make them hit their heads real hard until they forget.

Kaone: No >:(

Tlotlo sighs dramatically, then turns back to the clones, who have resumed their drills.

---{Timeskip}---

After two hours of intense combat simulations, the clones stand at attention once more. Kaone and Tlotlo survey their progress. Smoke and debris litter the battlefield, but the clones remain unharmed, their armor scratched but intact.

Kaone: *Impressed* Well... they’re functional. And terrifying.

Tlotlo: *Proudly hands on hips* Damn right they are. We just built ourselves an army!

Kaone Mothome: *Sighs* I just hope we don’t regret this later...

Kaone order the clones to head back to the champer. They're did.

Tlotlo: I really wish we could do anything with this clones.

Kaone: Yeah, Like what?

Tlotlo: I don't know? Like enter in the war, interfere in politics and-

Kaone: No, That's a terrible idea. Besides, Botswana already have those clones. I don't want to start a world war 3.

Tlotlo: Oh c'mom! You always wanted to stay neutral.

Kaone: Neutral is my space. So, Yes.

Tlotlo: Not even getting a girlfriends in conflicts.

Kaone:.....

Tlotlo: Ha!

Kaone: Oh shut up!

Tlotlo: What~ You think ever bitches will come to you~? Some n*ggas always like the white ones.

Kaone:....

Tlotlo: *Teasing* *Japanese* ああ～お兄さんが女で顔を赤らめたのか～あなたが話している唯一の女性は私です...あなたの妹～ [Awww~ Did my big brother blushed with a woman~ The only female you're talking.... is me.... Your sister~]

Kaone: *PISSED* 💢 YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!

Kaone chase after his sister around the base. Tlotlo keeps teasing him, Which gave Kaone more anger. Despite the two been orphans, This brother & sister will always argue and get over it.

But there advertures was only just begun.

{To Be Continue}

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Next Chapter: Attack of the Asian Syndicate

(A/N: 1100 Words.)